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Another sharp turn and he slid across the floor, bumping into something. Hunter just laughed from the front seat.

“Sorry pup, they really ort’ fill in these pot holes.” He felt an arm on his shoulder, and he realised Spencer must of slid into the back of the driver’s seat.

“Didn’t think to chain you down before, just wanted to get you back home,” he apologised. The car slowed to a halt at some traffic lights. All Spencer could hear was a ‘click’ as Hunter padlocked the leather collar – still itself padlocked on to his neck- to a ring in the floor up against the back of the driver’s seat. “That should keep you still. And in arms reach too. Just where I like you.” The hand gently stroked his shoulder, as if to reassure him. It did little to calm his nerves or silence the slight twinge in his ear, or the weight in his sore balls. But the hand quickly left him to return to the steering wheel as the lights turned green.

“We’ll be on the motorway soon. That’ll be nice and smooth, hopefully. I’ll be able to grope that cage of yours some, Bet your rock hard at this point aren’t ya? Hope your balls are still intact, not that getting you snipped would be such a horrendous idea, since you’re a dog.”

Sputnik shuffled from one hoof to the other, grinding the bit between his teeth. His mind was racing, his thoughts all blurring together. The grainy remnants of a sugar cube clung to the back of his tongue stimulating his salivary glands, and the aphrodisiac already doing its work on his achingly stiff cock.

“Easy there, stud.” Ian gave his butt a gentle tap with the crop. “You’ve been doing well, this is just going to be fun for you! Just… Hold your… Horses.” Ian chuckled unable to keep his intended deadpan delivery. Sputnik rolled his eyes as his handler doubled over in a breathless fit of giggles.

“Nervous much?” Rich poked his head through the door, the cheery twinkle in his eyes betraying his cool demeanor. “Pull yourself together, it’s showtime. Here you go, Sputnik.” Rich stuffed another sugar cube past the stallion’s bit and ducked back through the door from whence he appeared.

Sputnik gulped the sweet grainy treat down. That was the third energy-boosting aphrodisiac-laced serving he’d been given in the last five minutes. Guess they didn’t think he was horny enough. He huffed in frustration.

In an interview, “Thunder” — author of the stories James and Every Dog Has His Day in the Metalbond Prison Library — discusses his most recent experiences involving serious, long-term dog training, his being turned into a “cuckdog,” the time he spends on two legs vs. four, and much more. See below.

OK Thunder, your most recent story, James, has been very popular with readers of this site. Can you give us an update?

Now that I have retired, Alan has requested that I wrap up the story of my training so I can spend some extended time without having “the burden” of bipedal-ness or the “additional trouble” of having to make decisions about things like clothes, food, and social activities. I therefore can’t promise more of the story — but in an effort to help, Alan suggested an online interview to update readers and help wrap things up.

Can you tell readers what percent of the story “James” is true and what percent is fantasy?

All of the basics about training are considered true as well as the stories of how I was trained and what my life is like now. The reality is that I did not accept the training as well as I portrayed, and there was a lot of back and forth about why Alan would want this and a deep wonder if I had failed him as a human husband. We did get through everything, and it all became easier once I started accepting that my life was going to be different and, if I wanted to stay with Alan and stay in our home, I would have to make a change. I have never regretted making a change, except when I want a pizza and am in a kennel.

Can you tell us more about Todd the trainer?

Sir Todd is the sexiest police officer I can ever imagine. In hindsight, I had no idea he was as kinky as he was and really had no idea that he and Alan had been sexual partners since they met sophomore year at Georgia Tech. He’s in his mid 50s now, but he still has a flat belly with at least 4 abs, beautiful blond and gray sweeping hair.

He is a kind man, but VERY direct when he wants to be and is one of the best trainers I have ever been around. He still owns Cody, who maintains his role as dog almost 24/7, but now owns two additional slaves who take care of Cody and me when he and Alan travel. Both of the slaves are fellow Atlanta police officers, and one is leaning toward a life on fours with us when he retires in two years.

The term “cuckdog” is something that you included, and that has gotten many readers excited. Had you and Alan discussed gay cuckolding at all prior to the dog transformation, or was that a natural extension of James’ transformation?

It was a natural extension, I think. In fact, before he transformed me, none of our friends had ever seen me naked, which makes me laugh since now they chuckle when they see me in clothes. The reality of this is that cuckolding was just another way Alan and Todd choose to remind me of my place. And, as a dog, I have zero say in it. If I remember correctly, the first night of my cuck status I was being punished for something and Alan decided that watching him get fucked was going be that. We all liked it more than we expected, and it continues today, even though I am usually caged with Cody when it’s happening.

This story has touched so many readers, most of whom want to read MORE MORE MORE from you! Can you continue the story? What about your previous story, Every Dog Has His Day, which I am thinking is more fantasy. Can you write more of that story?

If Alan allows I can certainly write more and will, but I would hope readers would leave some of what they want to know. As for the first story, Every Dog, it is about 50/50 fantasy, as we know a Master who does have a father-and-son pairing as pets (late 50s and mid 30s). I do not know how they really came to both be enslaved, and the Dad still has his dental practice four days a week but does come back to the farm each night. In this case the Dad is all dog, but the son, who is BEAUTIFUL and did quit his job as a reporter for an Atlanta TV station, spends a great deal of time as a pony pulling carts and working on the farm each day.

There are many guys who are into puppy play and even “puppies and handlers” parties at events like MAL, but this is serious dog training, which is something much more intense. Is there an underground community for guys into this sort of training?

Well, I don’t know about any underground groups, but just as we and our friends have come together I would suspect that there are lots of others. As for puppy play vs. dog training, I see this as ENTIRELY a different thing. With no disrespect for the puppies, I am really a slave who moves on fours more so than just assuming a role. Will some of the puppies be like me? Maybe, but I doubt many are ready or committed to do what we did. Remember, we were older and had an income where I could pull back and we could invest in gear and the like.

Speaking of gear, can you tell more about the actual physical restraints, hoods, plugs, devices, etc., that you use for this type of play and where to purchase such gear?

Mr. S. Leather is our go-to place for everything we have not had custom made. I am often in shackles or at least locked cuffs and usually in a custom version of their Asylum Hood. I am a human dog, so a human hood is where I live, not a puppy mask. All of our chastity gear is custom made by Steelwerks Extreme, and most of the leather or latex has been custom made.

It should be said, Alan has made a lot of modifications to our house through the years, like wide floor-level showers with push-on and -off taps, a fenced area that runs the length of the side of our house with a custom dog door for me under the window (it’s covered with art when not in use) and various points of restraint hidden in invisible outlets all over the house.

What is the longest time period that you know of (either yourself or someone you might know) in which a human has been in dog mode without a break? Has it been days? Weeks?

For me, it’s been about three weeks continuous, BUT there are always times I walk on two legs, like going up and down stairs and to shower, but I did not go back into human mode (clothes on or leaving the house) for those three weeks. For Cody, it has been years since he’s had a human day where he made decisions, purchases, etc., but he’s also had time on twos for the same reason. It’s funny, we were together recently and he was rewarded with a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper, and I had to laugh at the thought he actually had to take in order to open the bottle. He’s that conditioned. I am a bit jealous.

So it is possible for a human dog to be kept in “dog mode” even while being on two legs. Is that perhaps a bit like hypnosis?

I am still in dog mode even when on two legs, unless at work or somewhere I HAVE to be human (banking, doctors appointments, etc). When Alan and I go to a dinner or to shop, I have an invisible leash attached and know exactly how to follow him, etc. He loves this. But my mind thinks “PROTECT” at all times, so I am constantly aware.

How does Alan feel (good or bad) about your being a dog? Does he miss the human you?

I think Alan wishes he had made me a dog years earlier. When he misses the human me or when that side is needed, such as during the deaths of our parents, the collar comes off and we act as “typical” as possible, though I am less likely to start conversations and am prone to chase cars in parking lots.

What is something that readers might be surprised to know about you?

As if the executive dog thing is not enough? Let’s see, I think people who meet me/us are often shocked how normal we are, especially in human mode, and that we are very fit, quite attractive and have chosen a lifestyle FOR US first and foremost.

Alan and I have both been featured in magazines in our lives for our professions and looks.

Any chance we might see pictures at some point?

There is a chance, but it would be a vanilla picture with no hint of anything kink. Those pics are honestly just not done, as we have too much to lose should there be a leak, etc.

Do you have anything you would like to add?

If readers have direct questions that I can respond to, I am sure Alan will let me respond in kind.

While I know this does not chronologically fall within the story of my training I have been describing the last few months when time and my Master allows (sorry about the delay on part 9), He asked me to send you a special real time update as he thought you might be interested in our New Year’s weekend. For the readers, I need to remind them that what I am describing, now, is almost nine and a half years after the transition and the training that I was receiving at that time. Now, at 52, I am semi-retired thanks to a tremendous opportunity to sell off part of the firm my colleague William and I built a few years ago and that has left me the opportunity to spend more time at home focusing on Alan, my Husband Master who has kept me in a hybrid role of husband, dog, slave, and gimp throughout the last ten years as we have evolved our lives, friendships, and our contracts with each other.

Now that all of that is out of the way, we are wrapping up our New Year’s parties after having hosted two the past two nights. I thought you might be interested in hearing about them as they could not have been more different.

On Monday, New Year’s Eve night, we played host to Alan’s work party, hosting the 100 or so employees, friends, and their partners from his company to our home outside of Atlanta and then, New Year’s Day, we hosted all of our friends who are “in the know”. When we entertain, Alan is fastidious that everything be as close to perfect in our home as possible so, he had arranged for my schedule to have me home all week so I could focus on the lists of things that he wanted done prior to the parties. He completely controls my calendar at work and home (my assistant is the slave of a Master we know), so none of this was shocking and each day, when he left for work, he allowed me on two legs so I could work all day on the lists he gave me.

NOTE: Apologies for the delay in relaying this part of the story. I made a significant mistake with one of our investments, so my Husband Owner Alan took away my humanity at home for three weeks — which meant I was not able to do anything with my hands, such as type this update.

When Sir Michael was finished with my hair he took the entire $80 and sent me on my way back out to the car to meet Cody where he was waiting. Over the 10 days I had lost a bit of weight and new muscles in my arms and legs from crawling were beginning to show, so that, combined with my new military haircut, got me feeling like I had just won the whole dog show.

It was now around 3:00, and Cody told me that we were making a stop at Todd’s precinct and that he would be taking me for the rest of the day. I so wanted to ask 200 questions but was enjoying not being gagged so I decided to just go with the plans. We soon pulled up at the precinct, and Todd, in his tight glorious uniform, was waiting in the parking lot and quickly ushered me from Cody’s car to his Jeep.

When we were inside the Jeep he said, “Today is your first day of the dual life, and Alan and I agree on the fact that when you are fully clothed and not collared you are James, my friend’s husband with whom I have a dominant friendship. I want you to know how proud of you I have been over the last 10 days, but know that the next few are going to also be unusual in your mind as things settle, but they will settle. Know that.”

Oh fuck, indeed. This man whose boots I was licking was my business partner’s son? How the hell did that happen? When did he grow up? And how fucking hot is he? I had not seen him since he was a kid, and now that kid would be walking me? Damn. Again, how did this all happen?

As those thoughts swirled in my head, I realized that he had attached a leash to my collar and said, “Let’s go, boy.” As we started to walk into and around the woods, he reminded me that he believed that no dog should ever talk and that during our walks, which were scheduled for an hour each day this week, I would be rapidly punished if I said a word. However, that did not mean that he could not talk and, fuck, did he ever.

He discussed how hot he found it that he was able to walk a man like me and to help in me finding my proper place in life. He said that he and Todd met a year or two ago when he was owned by his first Master, a retired military captain, who wanted him to be further trained which is how he was introduced to Todd, who employed him to walk the dog he had been training at that time. He told me he didn’t like that dog, as he was a “twink with no soul that thought puppies should yap and wear clip on tails” but that he really enjoyed it later when “that twink was in all ways a dog never to even stand again,” but a job was a job, though he was much happier with me now.

I took it all in. I was lost for words, even if I wasn’t gagged I wouldn’t have been able to say anything. I sat on my haunches staring trying to decide what to look at. A part of me was almost worried I’d spent too much time imagining what was down here that I was going to disappoint myself when I saw it… I didn’t. If anything I hadn’t been creative enough.

The space was massive, probably the length and width of his entire house. 3 of the walls were painted with thick black lines made to look like prison bars. The forth was plain concrete and was decorated with hooks, shelves and a case of so many things I wasn’t even sure what most of them were. There wasn’t a single window; a single clock, there was nothing to tell the passing of time. Nothing. Every speckle of light was artificial, raining down from the long dirty fluorescent tubes hidden amongst the mass of beams and chains spread across the ceiling.

On the far wall of the left of me was a wall of bars, like a prison wall, only behind it I could see 4 more doors; two pitch black like the entrance, another one made of more bars and the forth heavy metal. It was all sort of hard to make out, there was so much to see, I was afraid the room was going to change and I would have missed something if my gaze wasn’t constantly moving. I was lost in the place and it took Alex to laugh, walk up beside me and come down on his knees; literally talking into my ear to snap me back.